With just one word, I can feel the coldness and alienation in Harrison's tone. His old tenderness's gone and he sounds like a stranger to me.
It makes me forget what I was gonna say. I feel like I'm doomed to fail.
"Hello?" He says again.
With my hands tightly holding the phone, I put aside my thoughts and say without confidence, "Em, it's Chelsea. You sent me home last time. Do you remember?"
A burst of laughter comes from the others side, which puzzles me. I wonder if I said the wrong thing.
I'm not sure if he remembers how I said no every time he offered to help me. I'm calling him out of the blue. Maybe he thinks I'm playing hard to get.
"Of course I remember you." His tone's relaxed and smiling.
It's kind of ambiguous. But the good thing is, he remembers me.
"I'm calling because I need your help. If you have time, can we meet?" I don't want him to
misunderstand, so I add, "Because this matter is kind of complicated."
"Where are you?"
It means he agreed. I heave a sigh of relief. "How about we meet on Central Street in half an hour?"
"I don't like to hang out at this hour," he refuses.
I get nervous all of a sudden. What does he mean by that?
Apart from Callen, I've barely had any intimate contact with men. It's the first time I have thought through the meaning of a man's words.
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